I fell in love when I was fifteen, and yes, the song certainly applied. First kiss, first date, first everything. Not too much long after my perfect love story started playing out, another boy stepped into my life in a loving way, but it only started as a joke. Eventually he confessed that his feelings were real, which at first my initial reaction was that mine obviously weren’t. I was completely dedicated to my boyfriend. A few months went on of flirting here & there, and after a while I finally admitted that I was in fact some what infatuated with the other boy. He was gorgeous, but completely the opposite of the usual type I’d go for, but not in a bad way necessarily. The end of freshman year neared, and we both just so happened to inherit the parts of Romeo & Juliet in Shakespeare’s best in English class. Summer rolled around and I finally decided maybe he’s actually the one that I should be with, so I chose to go on a “break” with my boyfriend. (We all know how breaks go; They don’t.) I went on a date with the new guy, and I paid. (I didn’t mind, I was the one with the job and I loved giving him shit about it, ha.) He had attempted to kiss me before this occasion but I had always rejected it, but not that night. There was something about him that just simply made me feel Fearless. I’m not the kind of person that likes hurting others, so later I went back to my boyfriend. We stopped talking for about a month. He wasn’t too fond of me, and I didn’t blame him. Sophomore year came around and we started talking more & more. He even told me about a couple other girls he sort of might have a thing with. We talked all the time. Things progressed again, and of course I broke the beautiful boy’s heart in December. Only a week or so went by before we were fine again. One night I even went to hang out at his house, even though I had my same boyfriend (Bad choice, I know) and of course he tried kissing me, and after a while I kissed back finally. There was no heart break this time, though, we just slowly grew more distant. A few months went by, and I figured it was fine, I didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore, and I completely devoted myself to my boyfriend, who I honestly did love more than anything. In the end, I was the one left behind with my heart shattered. My boyfriend went behind my back & found someone better than me. He still to this day can’t confess the truth of it all. I know what I did was certainly wrong, but I at least can admit that and I told him everything right away. I was devastated for a month or so and one night I randomly found old love notes from the other boy. They made me giggle and put a smile on my face. I realized that I made the wrong choice before. I confessed to my friend, who helped me confess to him. His reaction was obviously not good for me, because I had shit for luck in the love department at this point. A few days went by and he asked me, “Morgan, what would you say if I wanted to try things?” Immediately I responded in telling him that I would try my hardest to prove that he could trust me and I would be so happy. He decided I was worth the shot. I danced around my room. I was more happy than ever.
I made mistakes, and I certainly do not deserve this boy at all, but after that entire year and a half, he still believed I was worth it. Happy endings do exist.